Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Zapp,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.